[IC] A Hero Tale {Complete}

[Jensoman]

Jenso turned pale for a moment as he noticed that both of them wore the black masks of the Order of Chaos. 'You've gotta be kidding me..' He thought, returning Rajaka's comments with a simple glare. He thought back about what Vale had said, which only annoyed him more. He must have known these two would show up, but naturally he didn't tell him. He was considering to attack for a small moment, but quickly reconsidered.

If these men were as strong or stronger then the other Order members were, they would be insanely strong and he would have no chance. Not to mention that there were a lot of innocent people in the area. It seemed like he didn't know about Jenso yet, though. He looked over to the large tent-like enclosure and began to head in. 'No point making a scene...at the very least I can try to distract them and maybe stop them from killing people if nessecary.' He thought.

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Jenso made his way over, but was stopped half-way to the tent by the same giant hand that had knocked him side before. It spun him around, and Rajaka was facing him, knelt down to his level yet again. He glared at Jenso silently for a second and snorted.

"Are you quite done harrassing the competition?" The shorter green fellow interupted, walking past both of them without another word. Rajaka huffed angrily and kept staring at Jenso, straight in the eyes.

"This kid's pissin' me off," Rajaka grunted, letting go of Jenso's shoulder and resting his elbows and his knees as he sat knelt over. "Somethin' about him seems awfully eh.. Annoying."

[Jensoman]

Jenso glared at Rajaka. "Let's wait until we can duke it out in the ring, alright?" Jenso spat, trying to move past him and to continue on his way. He was quite annoyed now. Despite Rajaka's annoying attitude, he already disliked the order of Chaos in general, with Nexus being the only one that he didn't dislike yet.

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"Ho-Ho! This one's got a big mouth, Eh Zelriane?" Rajaka said, looking over the the short green draped man. Zelriane was, however, already entering the tent. Rajaka's eyes narrowed and he kissed his teeth. "Fine, whatever. I'm lookin' forward to smashing your goddamn skull into a fine paste," Rajaka threatened, moving closer to him with his last words, and standing up. "Count your seconds, shit-lord!" He mocked, walking away with his arms swinging in a relaxed manner.

[Jensoman]

Jenso smirked at Rajaka. "Alright, see ya!" He shouted, waving Rajaka off as he headed into the tent. He felt somewhat concerned about having to fight these two. The smaller one's name appeared to be Zelriane and the big man seemed to be called Rajaka, which Jenso would keep in mind.

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As Jenso entered the tent, he noticed that it was completely full of fighters. Many different men and women. Rajaka and Zelriane were resting near the back of the tent, the large man with his arms crossed and his back against a support beam, and Zelrian sitting with his legs crossed. Mikey waved at Jenso from the opposite side of the tent. "Over here!"

"Attention fighters!" A voice roared through a set of strange devices near the top of the tent. They were speakers. "The tournament will be starting in an hour, however, the bracket has been revealed for the first 16 fighters!" Suddenly, a screen rose from the ground at the far end of the tent, beside Rajaka. He didn't care to look, neither did Zelriane. When it flashed on, the names appeared at the bottom of a large 16 person bracket.

Round 1 - Jenso V.S. 'The Scythe'
Round 2 - Charles V.S. Tri-Elemental Wizard of power

Round 3 - Norman the Great V.S. Ross Mountain-rend
Round 4 - Molly V.S. Sniper Joe

Round 5 - 'Mega' Mikey V.S. Luke, The powerful
Round 6 - Kristen Kattattack V.S. Shape shiftin' Steven.

Round 7 - Maria Movespeed V.S. Man with a plan
Round 8 - Shell Spinner V.S. Joe

"Whoa, looks like I might have to fight you after all, Jenso!" Mikey said excitedly, "Assuming you can beat that 'scythe guy' anyways, haha."

"Remember folks, the tournament hosts are not responsible for injury or death, but our medical team will try their best to avoid any and all fatalities!" The announcer said. "The first fighters should arrive at the ring in 50 minutes!"

[Jensoman]

Jenso headed over to Mikey and smiled. "Yeah! Good luck in your fight against the Luke dude too!" Jenso said to him. "Well, it looks like I have 50 minutes.." He added, leaning against a support pillar in a relaxed pose. He kept most of his focus on Rajaka and Zelriane, though. He was unsure how strong the other fighters were, but these two were his primary concern right now.

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Jenso was quickly approached by a man with a cloak covering his entire body. He had a giant scythe on his back, and deep purple eyes.

"I overheard your conversation. You are Jenso?" The man asked. "I am The scythe, fastest fighter of Galthorn. And I will make sure you do not leave the ring alive. The prize will be mine."

[Jensoman]

Jenso blinked at the man who approached him. "Well uh, nice to meet you too.." Jenso responded. He was slightly surprised and confused, but he got over it quickly. He smiled at the man. "Let's give it our best, alright?" He said. He wasn't afraid by the man's threats at all.

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The scythe closed his eyes and walked away. His black cloak blocked out all of his features. What a strange man. Who knew what he would be like on the battle field. Zelriane and Rajaka didn't seem to be talking to each other, or anyone else. This was sure to be an interesting tournament..

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~ End Of Chapter 50~

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~ Chapter 51 ~

_{Round One Begins, The Scythe Shows His Stuff!}

"Approaching now from the western side of the ring, the Scythe himself! He was eliminated in last years tournament in the semi finals by last year's champion, Reggie Hawkins!" The announcer shouted. The Scythe made his way onto the arena, a large white-paneled square that was much larger than a football field, and perfectly square. The announcer had just reiterate the rules and made the starting speech, but now was the time to introduce the fighters!

"And from the eastern side of the ring, we welcome a newcomer, Jenso! From the land of Arcadia. He's here on a quest to grow in strength! What a wonderful goal, let's welcome him with applause!" The announcer said. The crowds began to clap from all sides of the ring, waiting for Jenso to come on out.

[Jensoman]

Jenso casually walked out onto the large white-paneled square arena. He wanted to dash rather then walk, but he believed that giving away his speed right away was unwise. He calmly walked over towards The Scythe, standing still to face him as he waited for the match to start.

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"Another round of applause for the two men!" The announcer shouted. Her request was met with cheers and claps! Several men and women in the west bleachers cheered the Scythe on. 'Scythe! Scyethe' they shouted. The scythe drew his weapon and pointed it at Jenso. It was made of normal steel, but had a very curved handle and the blade was large, about 22 inches long.

"Are you ready folks? Let round one of Feralda's tournament begin!"

A loud horn sounded the start of the match, and the scythe ran towards Jenso. His sprinting speed however, wasn't very fast. He seemed a little faster than the other men than Jenso had lived with in Arcadia, perhaps even slightly faster than Jenso was before he set out on his journey, but his movements were easily predicted. With a single swing of his scythe, he aimed to cut Jenso's head right off in the first move.

[Jensoman]

Jenso attempted to duck under the incoming scythe swing, and thrusted his left fist forward at the man's stomach.

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Jenso ducked with ease and Scythe's eyes widened. His Iris' might have been a strange color, but they weren't glowing, and from this close, Jenso could notice the whites of his eyes. He tried to back up, but Jenso's fist struck his stomach and pushed him back a foot. He buckled forward, unable to follow up. The entire crowd fell silent as Jenso made his first strike. Even without the assistance of his Ki, Jenso's punch had immobilized the Scythe.

[Jensoman]

Jenso dashed towards the Scythe and attempted to grab the man and pin him against the ground. If he were succesful in doing so, he would speak to him. "Do you surrender?" He asked. He did not want to hurt the man more then was nessecary, but he did want to win.

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Jenso's movement forced the Scythe to drop his weapon. It flew backwards and clattered until it went immobile. The Scythe looked up at him, in great pain, but tried to overpower him. It felt like nothing to Jenso though. "I will not give up!" He shouted, grasping Jenso's right shoulder and squeezing as hard as he could.

[Jensoman]

Jenso frowned as the man refused to give up. He could respect that, but he didn't want to hurt the man any more then he needed too. Jenso attempted to grab the Scythe with both hands, lift him up and dash towards the edge of the arena. He attempted to throw him out of the ring whilst trying to avoid injuring the man even more.

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The Scythe struggled and squirmed, but within a minute, he was outside the arena, landing on his ass in front of the eastern crowd.

"J...Jenso's done it! He rung out the Scythe!!" The crowd began to cheer vividly as Jenso's prowess. The Scythe got up, walked back into the Arena, and passed Jenso to pick up his weapon. "What a short match folks! It looks like this years contestants are a cut above last years!" The crowd fell silent pretty quickly, as the fight really wasn't that interesting, but there were quite a few people who hated the Scythe for killing a few fighters in the last tournament. "Please leave the stage Jenso, thank you for the fight!"

[Jensoman]

Jenso nodded towards the announcer and smiled. "Alright!" He shouted. He was glad that he won, but it didn't seem like he needed much effort. He began to leave the stage.